I Do Not Think We Remember Our

I Have A Small Room To Write In. One Wall Is Completely Covered In Books. And I Face The Window With The Curtain Closed To Stop The Light Hitting The Computer.

I Do Not Think We Remember Our Family In Any Real Sense. We Live In Them Instead

No Woman That I Know Is Capable Of Leaving Her Child Down For Thirty Seconds. She Can't Walk Away Without Making Sure That Everything Is Absolutely As Secure And Safe For Her Child As Can Be.

I've Heard People, Usually Writers, Say That No One Wrote A Great Book After Winning The Booker, But I Honestly Did Not Feel Any Big Pressure. The Gathering Did Hang Over Me In That It Was Darker Than I Thought At The Time.

There's Quite A Big Gap When It Comes To That Dual Identity Of Mother And Child, Or Even A Pregnant Woman, Or A Nursing Woman. It Kind Of Begs The Question Of That Very Strong Western Idea Of The Individual Self.